Poem: Those Dreams
Dreams flit through my fingers
like gossamer spider webs
floating on the spring wind
Torn from their moorings
they drift over to land
in faraway distant lands
Perhaps they can catch the sunlight
for a different place
and a different time
Some fall on rocky soil
a handful on the sands of time
still others drown in blue ocean
The ones that remain
are strong yet supple
that bend with the breeze
Will they weather the storm
catch the droplets of morning dew
shimmer and blaze in glory?
And nothing lasts forever
as they fade away to the ether
of evening's shadow.
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